At the airport about to head home for an awesome like two days before leaving yet again. Now don't think that I don't love my job. Because I do love my job very much. But with the job comes some social disappointments. And usually that really doesn't bother me too often because the total number of actual friends is very limited and with that there is an understanding about my presence being an issue from time to time.
Alas that means that when fellow kinksters may be in town in the Spring and Summer and Fall there is a high chance that I won't be there. And that sadly becomes the case yet again. Oh well. When you are job hot at the moment you have to strike and if those people are truly friends then they understand and it's no big deal. And for me at the moment I am hot in the business at the moment. So going for it comes first. (Hence the no married and no hard firm committments at the moment. Well MA is along for the ride as well and she is also hot in what she does but her biz is very portable which is convenient for us both.
Now to the weekend past. Wed and Thur nights were fun. Friday morning as I attempted to gain interence to an elevator a rather burly brute pushed me aside to allow someone else on the elevator. My responce was typical.. "What the FUCK! Back away, Man Mountain! I was here first."
That was followed by an amused look from the large man and then the voice spoke and apologized for my inconvenience. And there she was just back from her GMA Concert in the Park, the Lady herself. Gaga standing there apologizing for my inconvenience. WOW. I actually stammered a bit and said. "No worries. You can have it." And off they rode. Next were the dancers who were laughing a bit and we small talked for a bit and I got a lunch invite. Which we took. Those guys are hilarious and a good afternoon was had. There was rumor that we would be joined by her elegance but that never happeded but it was all good fun. Names and numbers (er...digits) were passed about with promises to get in touch when in town, etc., etc., etc.
The car picked us up at 8ish. Inside was our hosts and their 'pets' and off we went. We hit a couple of very active Vampire clubs and at one point I was 'forced' to do some karaoke. Which can be good and can be tragic. I did 'Sticks & Stones' from the Pierce Sisters and then did 'Burn' from Papa Roach and ended my singing evening with 'All American Nightmare' from Hinder. I was told that I fit the vampire mold well. I did in fact meet some larpers and they knew of my character and was wanting to know what was up with her but I had to keep quiet because I don't know when she will be back in game. (Step it up Joe... damnit!)
The slink was in high power throughout the club and I was very very comfortable there. The attitude was everywhere and it was dark and sensual. Two things I admire. The BDSM clubs were even more spectacular with some rather entertaining demonstrations. I was quizzed about my skills and one of our hosts decided that I should show off some of my talents.
I was a bit hesitant but MA told me I should do it. I wasn't dressed for it but there were some costumes that were available and so I got out of the good clothes and put on some 'work' clothes and joined the gathering. A fairly 'bulky' gentleman was led upon the stage and secured to the whipping tree. He was in a CBT harness so I couldn't damage him too badly. I spoke to him prior beginning and for a subby he seemed rather cocky. I new that wouldn't last long. I asked him what he had taken and what signal he would give if he needed me to stop. He grunted. I asked him again and told him if I didn't have a proper signal then I would walk away and he would never enjoy my torments. I called his Mistress to us and explained. She swatted his crotch and he came up with a signal. I figured he has been 'used' a great deal and his tollerance would be high. 'EXCELLENT!'
His Mistress suggested I use the whip at some point because she didn't feel comfortable with it and I nodded.
I began with a reinforced yard stick. Old style wooden and was able to light him up some and some good jumps and grunts from that. Ten good strokes and a short recovery for him. I chose the crop. A rather firm one with a small leather flap and with that I worked his inner thighs and backs of his legs. He was pale white so reddened up very quickly. I did 30 strokes with the crop and he was sweating some. I asked him if he had had enough and he nodded no. I chose a sixteen fall flogger. And I began to get creative. His ass, back, and stomach became victims of my touch. His man boobs also became reddened. At one point I curled the falls between his cheeks for some rather incedious strikes to his groin which almost took him to his knees. I never got the signal and by now his skin was rather slick. I got a towel and wiped him down some. I asked him what the count had been and he couldn't answer. A member of the gathering told me I had struck him another forty times. (It was actually 45, I do count my strokes and take mental notes.)
I removed his gag and informed him he would receive 5 lashes with a thicker single tailed whip. And if he was hurt he was to tell me immediately. He agreed. I must have gotten his attention. I will say, (puffing my chest up some), that the lashings sounded much more impressive than the actual strikes but he was to absorbed by the whole situation. Two practice cracks put all on edge and the first strike was a medium wrap that wrapped about his waist and struck the inside / back of his thigh. The roar that came out of his mouth made me smile. And the soft gasp from those gathered was a fine reward. Another wrap ended squarely in the center of his back and another pitiful yep and tears and that lovely red stripe. The final three, you would have thought would have torn flesh, caught his ass and turned it bright red. The roar of the crack and the scream from his throat you would have thought I was killing him. With the final lash I had him kiss the handle and presented it to his Mistress. I thanked her for the use of her submissive and I thanked the hospitality of the club and those present and walked off. I was greeted with a hug from MA and smiles from my hosts.
The rest of the evening was spent being introduced and talking about technic and letting MA discuss how she handles that kind of attention and the like. It was a fun evening. Saturday was a dead day but Saturday night we cruised the Hudson with our hosts and a few of their friends. Too much drinking and some mild scene play. MA was in her environment throughout this eveing and she was a good girl as well. Sunday yet another dead day and then off to Broadway that evening. Monday was a work cook out and drinking and Monday evening was down time and packing for our trip home. I get to be home for like three days and then off again.
So yeah, this Domme got to be a Domme for a couple of evenings once again. It rekindled some old feelings and some powerful thoughts, but I was able to separate fact from fiction and continue moving forward.
Love to you All and hope you had a grand holiday.